Playful Afternoon

Inside the bubble

Outside real life

Larger than life

Small minds growing rich

With money and confidence

A great way to live your life

Love is what you need

Money is what you get

Or loses because of

Lack of love

Big Dreams

Being on a high tech

Conference filled

With people dreaming of

The great big breakthrough

What a beautiful and

Destructive Illusion

Killing Hills

The canons had just been silent

After a day of hard work

Killing people on the other side

We walked silently

Down the street

Watching the carnage from afar

Like in a dream,

The broken windows, screaming people and so much blood

All over the place

It was a that time to late anyway

To do anything about it

Being hardened by the war

Did not stop the slow breaking

Slow destruction of the soul

That would last for many years

Act One

Tumbling around in town

Listening to people talking

While the sun sets

The city is empty and quiet

Frozen in time

A twentieth century drama

With rich and poor

Industrialist and workers

Artist and orderly office clerks

Playing their role in the game of

Being

Rusty Water

Underground the light is always tepid

The wall and floor covered in dust

Silence and relentless movements

Travels around the city like waves

On a stormy ocean 🌊

The water of the rock is still dripping

As a remainder to the human

A temporary intruder after a billion years

Introvert

The winter has returned

Strong winds and a grey sky

I don’t answer the phone

Loneliness is a great quality

Between nature and man

Outside I become something

Completely different

The inner journey doesn’t care

For money, sleep or food, just

Going on and on

Projections

Making the journey

Through the city

Filled with cars and concrete

Dirty snow and drug addicts

In the dark corners

Slowly melting away

Leaving the gravel behind

A tired sun behind the clouds

Creating a tepid light

In late afternoon

Ensuring the cycle of life and death

The city break us down slowly

Piece by piece

Replacing and recreating

People and values

While the losers

Enacting people’s frustration

Projecting my their fear and

Frustration into the empty space

An Ugly Prolog

There are many ugly places

In the world and this is one of them

It is a state of mind

Lost communication

Threats, frustration and destructive people

There are so many people

That want to control you

Cairo is an ugly city

Filled with dust and

Century of repression

My freedom and my inability

To achieve any success

In life coincide with

Sufi Mystic at the Moulid

Destiny and flowers

A Memorial To The Sun

The sun brings up memories of happier days

That will not return with or without the sun

A cold and intensive light colors the morning

Time is forever, because the time to change

Has gone away long time ago

All that is to be done now is raging, raving, running

I will not solve anything because the block

Is bigger than me, stronger than me,

Eventually it will kill me

Frozen Hope

Winter has not lost it’s grip over the city

The ice once again covers the lakes and medow

Spring is a playful thing not to be trusted

Still every day it is approaching